From The Front Porch…
The scent of rain, as it patters and puddles outside the markets of Pike Place, in Seattle… the moan of a September’d wind tumbling down through the pines and quakies, along the drainages of the Bridgers… the soft, Hope-blooming warmth of an April morning sun, filtering through the fledgling canopy of the Delaware Water Gap… Ah, the things not only recalled, but warmly relived from the comfort of my front porch this mornin’.
The nature of my business and the bend of my personality have made a friend out of the “necessity” of travel. I’m a writer, and a teller of the Wonder and beauty, of the Hope, Valor, Honor and honest determination that I’ve been fortunate enough to find and witness in those travels. And on those days when the tempo of travel wanes, the company of these memories, and the view from this, my home, my own front porch… give me rest and get me fit for the next adventure.
I do not know if those of you who have taken time out of your busy days, to share in the wanderings of mine, have the treasure of a front porch, or of a view that fosters a crinkled smile and a calming heart rate (there were many a day when I did not). If not, I’ll pray you do soon enough. And until then, stop in when you can… I’ll share the sights-n-sounds-n-Southerly breezes from mine.
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CM Sackett